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Dead on arrival
When they said good-bye, Jennifer and Joe, we well-nigh thought we’d meet them, come Sunday. The later events still send shock waves, on and on into what feels like an eternity. If only they had a camera that’d show pictures of tomorrow, when devils among humans would destroy their dreams, their simple joys their contented lives! Joe and Jennifer, let me tell you, were on the plane among the ill-fated hundreds that were dead on arrival.
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